My Time In The Sun

Grains of sand pour

through the glass

a measure of time

slipping by


No more pink-hued

sunsets reflecting glory

on the ocean

of my life


No more salty


my body floating

unusually alive


Back to the gray days

and frosty nights

of winter in that place

I call home



closes in on me

a box of grief

the sunshine forgotten


The endless rain

bores a hole

in my brain

and washes my memories away




My time in the sun

will seem a dream, as land receding

My boat fading into the night sky

an empty wish I longingly hold onto




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